Also from the article: "Better to be safe than sorry," he wrote. "A screwdriver thrust thru the eyeball into the brain prevents any screaming. Let me know how it goes."

Okay, so this really appears to be a thing with him, so I'm changing my prediction. His next movie will be called "People Being Stabbed In The Brain By People Who Have Been Stabbed In The Brain By Other People Who Have Been Stabbed In The Brain. Also, Everyone In The Audience Gets Stabbed In The Brain." Starring a pencil as "Number Two" and a screwdriver as "Phillips".

16. He's a really good dancer (watch Swing Kids) for such an uptight individual.

I agree with him lecturing rude little girls for approaching him. I don't think being famous means you have to give up the right to just be goddamn left alone in your private time, and there's something truly and deeply disrespectful and selfish about interrupting someone at dinner for a photo or autograph. Just squee from afar like a decent person would do.

Obviously a lot of famous people derive pleasure from being famous, and the random adoration of strangers excites them. But what fan would be stupid enough to mistake Christian Bale for a fame whore?

if_i_really_have_to:Obviously a lot of famous people derive pleasure from being famous, and the random adoration of strangers excites them. But what fan would be stupid enough to mistake Christian Bale for a fame whore?

Yup. Sounds like a whole lot of "oooh I worked for Christian Bale and he hurt my feelings. I can't take it anymore!".